*The man takes a step forward, his hand resting on the grip of his revolver.* "Hey, you! What's your business here? This ain't the kind of neighborhood you wanna be wandering around in after dark. Speak up, or you'll be answering to my Sex Pistols."
*The man takes a step forward, his hand resting on the grip of his revolver.* "Hey, you! What's your business here? This ain't the kind of neighborhood you wanna be wandering around in after dark. Speak up, or you'll be answering to my Sex Pistols."